Love at First Sight ♥ Floor 20,081,105 ♥ High Aphro is High

[mr_chekov]

In the grand scheme of things the navigator had been having an alright time at the Hotel for a while. She was on her guard for the next bad thing to happen. She sighed as she got off the elevator, raising a hand to her hair, tied back off her face in a neat ponytail and she had been coerced into actually wearing make up, the girl wasn't quite sure

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[anotherargeneau]

Something about the way Pasha smiled and blushed so prettily in response to such a simple compliment threw Lyon for a moment. He chalked it up to the booze effect once he spied her bottle of vodka though. Even though his sharp eyes told him that the bottle had hardly been touched he just figured that it affected her more strongly than most people because of her diminutive size. On the upside it probably meant that she was a cheap drunk.

"I'd love to keep you company Ensign Lolita. After you." Lyon followed close behind Pasha as she headed back to the bar. Her dress looked just as sexy from the back as it did from the front, making him think that it might be fun to see it even more intimately from that angle. With lascivious thoughts running rampant in his mind, Lyon took the chair next to Pasha's at the bar

[anotherargeneau]

Lyon chuckled quietly as he straightened up and dug out some cash to pay for their drinks. Whatever was affecting the little Russian was making it really easy to push her buttons, and Lyon determined to make full use of the opportunities it afforded him. Any qualms he might have felt about taking advantage of her were quickly rationalized away by the thought of how good it would feel for both of them.

Tossing the money on the bar, Lyon slipped off his stool and helped Pasha down from hers. Her small hand clasped firmly to his own, he quickly lead her out into the hall and towards his room. A few short minutes they were they and Lyon was hustling them inside. Closing and locking the door behind him, the young Immortal pushed Pasha up against the wall and began to kiss her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body in a startlingly intimate manner.

[OOC: I hope you don't mind that I fast-forwarded a bit. It seemed like there really wasn't anything left to do at the bar. ^_^;]

[mr_chekov]

Pasha moaned against his lips, curling her hands tightly into his hair and pressing up against him. Evidently the vodka must have just been giving her odd thoughts or at least messing with her mind. She tried to press into his hands the best that she could, trying to ignore the niggling little voice in the back of her head that was quite firmly telling her and even more annoyingly seemed to have taken on the voice of her mother that was chirping at her that boys didn't like to marry girls who slept around.

"Oh fuck that..." She muttered quietly, pressing against Lyon more tightly and yanking him closer, there was obviously something very wrong with her. She just hoped it could be cured by the conventional methods of the hotel.

[OOC: Of course I don't mind :) ]

[anotherargeneau]

He couldn't have asked for a better response to his advances, and Lyon's kissing and groping of the pretty little Russian became even more aggressive than before. His tongue forced its way between her lips to probe the soft planes of her mouth as his hands captured her breasts and massaged them roughly through her dress. When Pasha tugged him closer his hands slid down her petite frame to grab the hem of her dress and impatiently yank it up to give him access to her pert little bottom. Lyon grabbed it tightly and pulled Pasha even more snugly against him, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her abdomen

[mr_chekov]

Her mother's voice was chirping away in her head once again about how boys didn't like to marry girls that were so unvirtuous and promiscuous and not for the first time that evening Pasha seriously considered the idea that she might have been going insane. She was so wrapped up in the thought that she might actually have finally (because according to most people it was long long over due) lost her sanity because she very nearly squeaked in shock when Lyon picked her up, she hated being picked up at the best of times- although it seemed to be horribly common when people got a good feel for her height and how light she was.

'See' Pasha silently snapped back at the voice of her conscience (Or at least that was what she hoped and assumed was scolding her for her behaviour) that sounded horribly like her mother. 'Lyon does not seem to mind at all. Quite the opposite.' She did as she was told though, kicking off her shoes and standing up for a moment to pull her panties off from beneath her dress and in a moment of childish mischievousness

[anotherargeneau]

The cute little giggle that was so out of character for Pasha should have warned him that something was up, but Lyon was too focused on trying to find some rope to pay much attention to it. That changed when something soft hit him squarely in the back of the head. Turning to glance at the girl stretched out on the bed and clearly trying to stifle more giggles, Lyon glanced down to see Pasha's panties lying in a wadded up heap on the floor. He snatched them up with a grin and made a show of stuffing them into a drawer.

"That was very naughty of you Pasha. Now I'll have to punish you, starting with confiscating your panties. As for the rest, well..." Lyon pulled out the rope he'd finally manged to locate and held it up for her inspection. "Let's just say you won't be going anywhere for a while." His grin still firmly in place, Lyon moved over to the bed and began winding the rope around Pasha's wrists.

[mr_chekov]

"Oh, I hawe definitely been a wery naughty girl." She nodded her head empatheticly, trying hard not to laugh and to sound at least half way serious. It might have crossed her mind also to make her accent a little thicker then normal on purpose. "I think punishment is most certainly the only option."

Her natural curiosity meant that her eyes kept flickering up to what Lyon was doing with her wrists, trying to remember all of the names of the knots, it was better then the little monologue her conscience (Because that is what it had to be after all) had started up at her, criticizing everything that was happening right now. It just made her more determined to act against it. The Chekov stubbornness ran thickly in Pasha's blood as she wasn't about to give in like some wimpy girl.

[anotherargeneau]

Lyon didn't know why he found Pasha's accent so damn sexy but he did. He loved hearing it, and at made his pulse quicken to hear it get even more pronounced as she talked about being punished. Lyon was very much looking looking forward to doing just that and quickly finished securing her wrists first to each other and then to the headboard. His grin grew noticeably more wicked as he turned towards Pasha and slipped a hand up under her dress to cup her sex.

"The question is just what kind of punishment to give you," Lyon said with mock seriousness as he rubbed his palm slowly against Pasha's folds. "Something involving you being unable to move while I fuck you over and over again sounds pretty good. Let's start with that and see where it leads." He gave Pasha's sex a firm squeeze before releasing it, his fingers trailing teasingly down her inner thigh as he left the bed to retrieve more rope. He returned a moment latter and tied her ankles to the bed posts, forcibly spreading her legs as wide as possible and making sure that

[mr_chekov]

It took all of the self restraint she had not to rock up against his hand like she so desperately wanted to, Pasha could feel very clearly that she was already wet- Just a natural side effect of the hotel and seemingly Lyon's presence -and when his hand pulled away she made a little noise of irritation. Although she knew all too well that she shouldn't have been getting off on the feeling of being helpless and vulnerable, she was a relatively powerful woman with an important career after all, she couldn't help the little shiver that ran though the length of her body as she was firmly secured to the bed

[anotherargeneau]

His hyper-acute senses told Lyon that Pasha was already getting seriously turned on just by being tied up. Everything from the delicate rows of goosebumps on her exposed arms and legs to her heavy-lidded gaze to the wetness he'd felt between her thighs just reinforced what he knew about her love of this particular kink. It was one in which Lyon was more than willing to indulge her, as tying her up was something he got a serious kick out of in return

[mr_chekov]

The little navigator gave a low moan as her played with her, knowing all too well that she couldn't do the slightest thing about it. Pasha had never tried to rationalise why it tuned her on, that was the path to far too much self-awareness, much more then she was comfortable with. She would rather live in ignorant bliss and just enjoy what she had. She tried to arch up the best she could kissing back fiercely.

Pasha gave a whimpering moan, the earlier teasing had her worked up and wound up tightly, she couldn't help the sound from escaping her lips. Her hands curled tightly around the rope holding her wrists. This however, was not a good time for her mind to start yammering away at her once again. Oh hell. This was bad. She wanted to tell Lyon that she was...in love with him

[anotherargeneau]

Grinning wickedly as the sound of Pasha's sweet little whimper, Lyon braced himself with one had while the other reached out to capture one luscious breast in a hard grip. He massaged it roughly through the material of of her dress, digging the fabric into her soft flesh in the process. Eventually he tired of that and yanked the material down and out of the way with a faint ripping sound, causing Pasha's breast to spill free of its confines

[mr_chekov]

That was finally enough to distract her from her own thoughts and focus on the present as she positively writhed against the ropes, arching up with a moan, her head dropping back as she tried to push up, the ropes allowing her little to no movement room. Her hands had went from clutching at the rope to holding onto the sheets above her head tightly. Pasha valiantly, even from this position tried to rock her hips the best she was able to.

Even the slightly ripping sound shouldn't have aroused her, but it undoubtedly did. "Bozhe." She managed to grind out in a little groan. It was all getting too much and she could already feel the low curl of heat building. "Harder, pozhaluista!" She gasped out, face heavily flushed with colour as she writhed and squirmed beneath him.

[OOC: No prob, I know how RL can be :) ]

[anotherargeneau]

"You got it babe," Lyon muttered around the hard little nipple still clasped firmly between his teeth. He couldn't understand the Russian Pasha was using, but it was still damn sexy, and he certainly understood "harder." His hands slid up under the hem of her dress to cup her ass in a hard grip, tilting her hips to allow for deeper penetration and tugging her upwards in time with his downwards thrusts. The feel of taking his captive partner so hard and deep made Lyon groan, and there was a subtle shifting pressure in his gums as his fangs slid down to scratch lightly against Pasha's breast. Long practiced in the art of pleasuring girls with his fangs out, Lyon changed the angle of his mouth to allow him to continue to suckle at Pasha's luscious breast without hurting her with the sharp canines.

[mr_chekov]

The fangs scraping lightly against the sensitive flesh of her breast sent a shiver rocketing up her spin. The vigor at which he was thrusting into her prompted a loud whimper from her this time, her body bowing upwards tightly as she pressed herself up to Lyon. As usual the sensation was beginning to build into a delicious tingling all over her body and tense until Pasha gave a low moan as she tipped over the edge and into her climax. She shuddered and moaned loudly, gasping Lyon's name under her breath- something very odd for her, but it seemed...appropriate or something -and letting her head fall back as she gasped to the ceiling.

[anotherargeneau]

Sensing Pasha's impending orgasm through his link with her mind, Lyon released her breast with a playful nip and dragged his fangs lightly against her skin as he repositioned himself at her neck. When Pasha moaned and the walls of her sex clamped down on the thick length of his shaft Lyon sank his fangs into the soft flesh just below her ear. The intoxicating feel of the sexy little Russian's blood hitting his system caused him to groan against her neck as he fed. Not long afterwards his cock began to pulse as he joined her in orgasm, pleasure shooting through him with each burst of semen as he buried himself up to the hilt in Pasha's tight, wet channel.